Lyrics:
on an appeal
Most of my niggas dead and we still shedding tears
Watch ya homeboy he fake, he ain't really real
Shit I ain't trippin' I'm just focused on my
Dead man by the bundle, you can join if you wanna
Why she dissing on a nigga? I ain't stuntin' on a ho
I got money, I said, I can transform any ho
what all my friends That I grew up with what they do
Cooking dope on kitchen spoons
Andgot they kids all in the room
Another dead another waitin
Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail
I'd rather find him by a boat doing the dead man's float
We gangsters, real gangsters B
Gun in the green room up
Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail
I'd rather find him by a boat doing the dead man's float
We gangsters, real gangsters B
Gun in the green room up
Yo son, what the deal, son? What's really hood, son?
The word is bond, shit is real, shit is real
Yo son, this block is dead
Nigga need to go over
about you deeply
You won't admit it baby but I know you need
Put it on my flag you won't need another nigga
With you by my side baby girl I dream
neck for statement, hang that bitch by her titts
This not a joke
This Charlie not Sheen my nigga this Clips
VS anybody doo-doo my nigga I don't miss
If
Might make a couple tracks just like it when I get hot
When the beatdrop nigga beatboxing
In school I'd keep the heat by me
In my free time I just
1-2-3-4 Bitches in my bed
I know some hating ass niggas probably wishing I was dead
Know some telling ass niggas prolly working with the feds
RIP my
If they in MTL YUL catch a fist
Nigga be slicing like swordsman in mist
Hand been hurting get me ice for my wrist
Another man dead check him off da
fight you took his life (You took his life)
You know you crossed the line you know you gotta die (Gotta die nigga)
He told his mother he a dead man
on a lockout
I’m just waiting on my season nigga
It’s been a long time coming
I spent a long time bumming
Dead broke don’t fall I plummet
Barely gettin by
the books
He said he gon be rich one day, if it’s by hook or crook
And once you spend that money, then you gotta double up
And that’s another opportunity for
the inner section
Niggas be transformin like trees, and
Another dead, it's the killin season
Murder murder murder
It don't stop
Murder murder murder
Till
play with me
I got a couple screws loose
I think my head missing
Feds listening
Give a fuck bout what you said bitch
Fuck yo dead homie crossing niggas
It's mind over matter
In a city where blood splatter (Spooky nigga)
Caskets close chapters
Sons become bastards (Fatherless)
Death affects life
Niggas dying wit no resolution
Police perpetrate another execution
Won't protect and serve, but they do hella shootin
I been goin crazy, hope I never lose
Backwoods stuffed with a 3.5
When I creep by, probably throwin' peace signs out the window
I'm busy, I ain't got time for pretendin'
Yeah, hit her
Did I just want the attention
Or was it about the sum
By the end of the night
A nigga was right back at the plug’s crib
Fuck it, I’m in love with
another man
Throw da alley oop to my nigga his head above the rim
Play with me and bitch it's doa
It's gon be a murder scene
I go by John Wiic, for
Way too smart for these dumb ass bum ass rap niggas (bum ass)
Fuck around and leave em all sprayed
AK by the safe so the safe stay safe (safe, space)
still smoking spice
I know I'm on these rappers heads like they getting ate up by lice
Hit my nigga with 40 feel like they took his life Free Nino
Ran off
real rich
Yeah, worry 'bout shit, go put that pussy nigga dead on that ditch (huh)
First, I seen his mama (first, I seen his mama)
Then I seen his
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